Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"How much money can you give?"

Huang Bingkun was taken aback at first, then smiled and asked how much money she could get. He said that was negotiable, and if they could negotiate, then she had come to the right place today.

Huang Bingkun isn't afraid of you negotiating with him; what he's afraid of is someone like Old Lady Wang who's completely unyielding and will demand an exorbitant price. Even if you really give her 800 yuan per square meter, she still won't sign the contract.

Old Mrs. Wang only wants the house, while her daughter, at least for now, seems to be more realistic; she wants money!

"I am Huang Bingkun, the director of the demolition and resettlement department of Huaxing Real Estate Company. What is your name, comrade?" Huang Bingkun did not rush to talk business, but first introduced himself to get a sense of who the other party was.

"Huaxing Real Estate Company? Never heard of it," the woman shook her head. She had been married to someone from Linkou County for over ten years, and this was the first time she had visited her widowed mother this year. Hearing the name of the company suddenly, she felt somewhat unfamiliar with it.

"Comrade, you haven't heard of our company? May I ask where you work?"

"I've been married to someone from Linkou County for over ten years, and I've been working in a garment factory there ever since," the woman answered cautiously, still not revealing her name. Old Mrs. Wang, standing nearby, interjected, "Xuemei, don't waste time talking to him. No matter how much money he offers, I won't sign. You'd better leave now, I'm closing down!"

Xuemei, Wang Laotai's husband's surname is Wu. Huang Bingkun already knew her name by this time. He smiled and said, "Xuemei, I'm a few years older than you, so I shouldn't have called you wrong. You know Guangdong Food Factory and Xiaochi Automobile, right? On your way here, there's Huaxingsheng Supermarket, which is owned by our Huaxing Real Estate boss, Chen Zaixing. You can go and ask him."

"Our shantytown renovation project was approved by the municipal government, and I have backup documents here," Huang Bingkun said, taking out the photocopies from his briefcase and handing them to Wu Xuemei across from him. "The unified compensation standard set by the Municipal Construction Bureau is thirty yuan per square meter, and our company has added an extra ten yuan to this standard compensation!"

"Your house is 63 square meters, but we'll calculate it as 41 square meters, which is 2520 yuan. Our company will also provide a temporary accommodation subsidy of 80 yuan per person based on the number of people registered in the household register. Your family will receive a total of 2600 yuan in demolition compensation," Huang Bingkun immediately calculated for Wu Xuemei.

When Wu Xuemei heard that she would receive 2600 yuan, her eyes widened in surprise. 2600 yuan! In 1982, when even a family with 10,000 yuan could make the news, how could she not be shocked to hear that her family would receive such a large sum of money?

But Wu Xuemei quickly forced herself to calm down. Although her hands were still trembling slightly with excitement and her face was twitching a little, Wu Xuemei immediately asked again, "When I came here just now, why did I hear you talking to my mother about the new house?"

"Oh, there is a new house, but it's not free. We'll compensate you for the price difference. It's a way for our company to give you relocated residents a discount. You'll need to pay the difference of 2,000 yuan. After the building is completed, the company will arrange a commercial apartment of no less than 80 square meters, registered under your mother's name."

Wu Xuemei was completely unsettled. She had heard on the radio that commercial housing was being built everywhere, and even in Ruian, Wenzhou, Zhejiang Province, the cheapest place, it cost 69 yuan per square meter. So, 80 square meters would cost 5520 yuan.

In places like Huadu, the provincial capital, and Shenzhen, the selling price of commercial housing is 700 yuan per square meter, so an 80-square-meter apartment would cost 56000 yuan. Wu Xuemei felt that although the new residential area to be built in Nanshan District could not compare with the key residential areas in the city center of Huadu and Shenzhen, Tuocheng is, after all, one of the special economic zones, and Nanshan District is developing better and better now, so the price should not be much lower.

So Wu Xuemei asked Huang Bingkun, "After this residential complex is completed, how much will it cost per square meter?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, our boss told me that it's at least this price per square meter," Huang Bingkun said, holding up two fingers. Wu Xuemei understood immediately; she knew exactly what Huang Bingkun's two fingers meant.

If it's 200 yuan per square meter, then their 80-square-meter house would be worth 16,000 yuan! Wow! Wu Xuemei couldn't help but gasp. She turned around and glanced at her mother, Old Lady Wang, gritting her teeth as she weighed the options in her mind.

"Xuemei, let me tell you the truth, you only get this treatment because you are relocated residents. Many people want it but don't have the opportunity. You'd better think it over carefully, because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Don't regret it when the houses are built." Huang Bingkun continued to subtly probe with his words.

He could tell that Wu Xuemei was definitely interested. Not to mention her, if Chen Zaixing hadn't promised Huang Bingkun an apartment after the complex was built, he would have wanted to find someone to buy a demolition compensation apartment and pay the difference to get this 80-square-meter commercial apartment for free.

"Mom, what are you thinking? This is an 80-square-meter apartment, which will be worth more than 10,000 yuan in the future," Wu Xuemei said after weighing the options, and began to persuade Old Lady Wang.

"I won't sign! I don't want any house!" Hearing her daughter Wu Xuemei say this, Old Mrs. Wang became agitated. "Did he send you here today? Go away! I don't need you to come see me!"

"Mom, what are you saying? I came all this way to see you, how can you say that to me?" Wu Xuemei said, feeling a little aggrieved. "Mom, just sign it. This new 80-square-meter house is much better than our old, dilapidated house."

"This is the house your father built. I was born here, you and your brother are here, and I've lived here my whole life. I'm not going anywhere else; I'd rather die in this house. No one can persuade me to sign this!"

"Auntie, if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your son and your grandson. If you sign this document and this price difference contract, and have that 80-square-meter apartment in hand, your grandson's future wife's family will look at him with more respect. You're accumulating good fortune for your descendants!"

Upon hearing Huang Bingkun's words, Old Lady Wang's initially agitated emotions gradually calmed down. Standing to the side, Wu Xuemei frowned and said, "Mother, what Brother Huang said is true. Your grandson Quanming is of marriageable age. With this house, Quanming can find a wife with better conditions when he gets married in the future."

Huang Bingkun secretly curled his lip. Wu Xuemei only mentioned her own son and not her nephew. Money can move people's hearts. It seems that Wu Xuemei is not someone to be trifled with.

But that's none of Huang Bingkun's business. All he wants now is to get Old Lady Wang to sign the demolition contract as soon as possible. As for whether Old Lady Wang is willing to pay the difference of two thousand yuan, he doesn't care. He has already said what he needs to say.

Just then, a man ran up from the alleyway and, seeing Huang Bingkun standing at Old Lady Wang's door, shouted, "Brother Kun, something terrible has happened! Binzi has been stabbed!"